When I woke up, it was already dark.
A few oil lamps glowed on the hillside. People from the refuge had put up a simple tent, shielding both me and Lila’s grave from the wind.
Ethan sat at the entrance and handed me a bowl of hot soup.
“Drink this first. Then you can cry,” he said. “Crying on an empty stomach will only make you sick.”
“Where’s Kieran?”
“At Silvermoon Hospital, pulling records. Nadia was taken back to the pack.”
I lowered my head and drank.
The bitter taste of wolfsheart herb burned its way down my throat.
“Sera.”
Ethan spoke suddenly.
“Why didn’t you fight harder these past three years?”
“I did.”
I stared at the snow beyond the tent.
“The first year, I said it over and over again. Every time I spoke, Nadia cried. Every time she cried, Kieran made me apologize.
